Nine months. I went nine months this time. Last time I only made it seven. I started back this time for the exact same reason as last time. It got cold. You called. I answered. DAMN YOU CARAMEL MACCIATO!!!!!
I don’t know what it is about a caramel macciato and 45 degree weather that are so irresistible to me, but it gets me every time. So, I’m back on the sauce. The coffee sauce. Alas.
And speaking of being on the sauce, I had the most interesting and effed up dream last night – shamans and blood feuds and vengeance through the ages. I’m hoping to turn it into a short story. I’ll keep you posted.